A few days later.
Three things made it to the trending searches.
One was the latest news about a criminal confessing on a live stream.
Another was the news of wealthy individuals collectively engaging in charity, donating money and items.
The third was a video created by viewers in the live stream's entertainment section.
The viewers had compiled a video of the old man.
From donating money, to going out to pick up trash, and then falling.
After falling, the old man refused help from others, leaning on a tree by himself.
Veins bulged on his hand as he exerted himself.
He said the ground was cool, and he just wanted to lie down for a bit.
Facing the hooded youth who had bumped into him, he not only didn't blame him but comforted him instead, asking who hadn't been impulsive in their youth.
Following this was the dialogue between the old man and the police officer who helped him back.
Why was he so good-tempered?
He replied, "Every family has its own difficulties. If they had a choice, wouldn't everyone want to be someone everyone praised?"
People are not that complicated, nor are they that simple.
The entire video was no more than five minutes long, with the title:
"May We All Encounter Such Warm People"
The video was accompanied by the music: "All the Beauty in the World is Intertwined with You."
Upon its release, it garnered significant attention.
Young people who saw it commented: "Hey! Finally, someone who isn't faking an accident. There are so many fakes these days, it's made me scared."
In this era of widespread staged accidents, encountering someone who not only didn't fake one but also considered others at every turn was truly rare.
So, the young people gave it a like and shared it: "This is the elder I'm willing to respect."
Middle-aged people, however, noticed the old man's cheerful forgiveness of the hooded youth who had bumped into him.
They couldn't help but be moved.
They had lived for decades, and in their youth, they too had been impulsive once or twice.
After impulsivity, there were two paths: one was to continue being impulsive, and the other was to correct oneself from then on.
Which path one ultimately took also greatly depended on the people one encountered.
Even though they understood these principles, very few had achieved the level of clarity the old man possessed.
After watching, the middle-aged people silently gave it a like.
People of different ages and with different experiences had varying reflections upon seeing the edited video.
Not only did netizens repost it, but official media also shared it.
In this society, bad deeds should be exposed, but positive energy should be promoted even more.
One should not only see one side of things.
When unsure whether something is good or bad, one can first help others after ensuring their own safety.
Before helping others, protect yourself first.
After the video became popular, more people began to showcase its content in various forms.
Some painted, others filmed.
Regardless of whether they were jumping on the bandwagon, their actions did indeed spread the story.
Xianshui City, Yangjiao Town.
This town was adjacent to vast farmlands, and many families owned a few plots of land.
They planted seasonal vegetables or young garlic shoots.
In a two-story farmhouse courtyard, not only were small vegetables planted, but small chickens were also raised.
A plump man with a shaved, oval-shaped haircut had just returned from outside.
He strode into the courtyard.
Inside the house, several burly men were chatting.
"Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"
As the plump man closed the door, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
When the people inside looked at him, he took a sip of water before continuing:
"Boss, you have no idea. There are really people this stupid in the world, actually exposing their crimes on a live stream, hahahaha."
Did he really think the police couldn't catch him? This isn't a movie. Doing this in reality is just foolish behavior."
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of everyone in the room changed, and their bodies instantly tensed.
The one addressed as "Boss" stood up directly, his face serious, "What's going on? Fatty, explain yourself clearly!"
The plump man waved his hand dismissively, "Boss, don't be nervous. It has nothing to do with us. That fool has already been caught."
"Where did you get that news?"
"Everyone on the street is talking about it."
Hearing this, the people in the room finally relaxed.
"Regardless of what happens to others, we need to be careful."
Saying this, the boss glared at the still giggling Fatty and said, "Be serious."
"Oh."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Knock, knock!"
"Young man, how about we slaughter a chicken for dinner tonight?"
Outside the door, an auntie wearing an apron asked in a local dialect.
"We're having chicken tonight?!"
Fatty's eyes lit up, and he put down his cup and walked towards the door.
The boss also walked over. They were very cordial to their landlady who took care of them.
"Auntie, just do as you think best."
As he spoke, the main door opened.
The auntie was not seen, but instead, black muzzles appeared.
Two cold muzzle openings were pressed against their foreheads.
As the people outside slowly walked in, the two were forced to retreat.
Fatty was completely stunned, "What's going on?"
"No way? I didn't leak any information?!"
The boss next to him gestured to the people inside while backing away.
However, when the boss's peripheral vision caught sight of the situation inside, he realized that the people behind them had already been controlled by those who entered through the back door and the balcony.
The boss, who had intended to make a last stand, had to give up his thoughts upon seeing this.
Until they were forced into the car, the boss and the others couldn't figure out how they had been exposed.
Those with more agile minds did connect it to what Fatty had mentioned earlier.
But the logic didn't quite add up.
Firstly, none of them had clean hands.
No one would be foolish enough to expose themselves, because after exposure, they themselves wouldn't fare any better.
Secondly, according to the information Fatty had obtained, the self-exposer had already been caught.
"Wait a minute!"
"Could that news have been a diversion tactic released in advance?!"
Among the group being arrested, a man in a black shirt lowered his head.
There was no tension in his eyes, but rather a sense of calm and release.
"Congratulations, you found me."
The Underworld.
Jiang Lin had just returned from a stroll through the ghost market. The ghost messengers at the restaurant were all discussing the same topic.
That was that His Majesty the King of Hell had returned a couple of days ago.
They speculated if it was time to start assigning intern ghost messengers.
Recently, a batch of intern ghost messengers were eligible for full-time positions.
Busy ghost messengers wanted more people assigned to share the workload.
Some, however, hoped they wouldn't be assigned, not wanting to train new ghost messengers.
But the final outcome would depend on how the higher-ups made the assignments.
The captains would likely all be summoned.
Jiang Lin didn't think too much about it.
After returning from the ghost market, he glanced at his work log. Seeing no new information about souls to guide, he went to the training room.
Lately, he had a strange feeling.
It was as if something had reached a critical point, about to break through an obstacle.